“…… Honeysuckle petals 10 petals...... A ...... of moon dew grass 50 g mercury...... Hmmm......"

Crane frowned slightly as he looked at the dark blue potion on the table that he had concocted through "Vampire Studies" to test the vampire's level.

It's not that he's picky, but the potion tastes too strong, right?!

"Well, isn't there something wrong with me......"

Klein opened the thick vampire studies again and looked at the description carefully.

“…… Potions that have been configured are dark blue in color and change color when Bloodlines are nearby (see page P352 for details). ”

"Could it really be that the potion itself smells so strong? Can't those vampires smell it? ”

Crane muttered quietly, looked out the open window at the crimson moon, and casually placed the potion next to Vampire Studies.

"Hey, what ...... this?"

Suddenly, Klein noticed the faint font in the book.

"It's blurry...... Can't see ...... clearly."

He held up the book and let the moonlight shine on the pages so that the handwriting would be clearer.

The text on it is obviously not Rune, it seems to be the language of the ancient dragon, and it seems to be the language of ancient Hermes, which is full of spirituality.

Luckily, Klein was quite gifted in languages and mastered many different languages.

"It seems to be an ancient Hermean ......"

He began to try to translate, and for a moment the only sound in the room was the rustle of a pen scratching the paper.

“□□……”

“□□…… □□”

“□□□□……”

“□□…… □□？ ”

Why didn't I make a sound...... Klein's hand paused, then he stopped writing, swallowed his saliva, and said to himself a little frightened:

"It's ...... Is this a ritual to pray to demons? ”

He recalled what Professor Sissel Nietin had told him when he borrowed "Vampire Studies":

"You don't want to use those rituals in here, you know?"

The gentle but irresistible voice rang in Crane's ears again, and he patted his chest with some fear.

Thankfully, he hadn't read it before......

……

"Daddy! Dad! ”

Hearing Leonard shouting downstairs, Sissel did not respond in a hurry, but unhurriedly packed his luggage and slowly walked down the stairs.

"Daddy, you're so slow!"

Leonard was bored with a piece of grass in his mouth, and looked at Sissel with his hands on his cheeks.

They are about to take a trip to Beckland, the "land of hope".

Leonard has already asked the captain for leave in advance. Because the incident of the "demon" was solved for some reason, he was able to follow Sissel to relax.

"Leonard, is the daffodil in your mouth the daffodils I planted in the house?"

Sissel smiled as he handed the luggage to Leonard, then quietly watched his embarrassed expression.

Spotted through...... Leonard laughed awkwardly, removed the daffodil stalk from his mouth, ignored the daily taunts of Pales in his head, and asked:

"So let's go now?"

Sissel nodded, glanced at the delicate watch on his wrist, and said:

"The train started at 10 a.m., and there was still more than an hour."

"Then do you need to bring Momo with you?"

Leonard pointed to Momo, who was squatting in the cage and smoothing his hair.

Sissel looked over, met Momo's expectant gaze, and refused:

"No, you don't."

"Oh."

Leonard tore open the owl food, poured it into a small basin, and said to the lost Momo:

"Momo, you have to eat obediently, you know? Don't catch mice. ”

"Goo-goo-goo......"

Momo rolled his eyes at Leonard, who was teasing him, and flew to the roof beam in disgust.

"Tsk, this owl is quite spiritual, if you take the potion, there is a high probability that you will not die."

Pales commented in Leonard's mind, unaware of Momo's demigod personality.

After all, Sissel had already helped Momo "unknown" its aura in advance, and it was difficult to see as long as it wasn't sequence 0.

"And what potion do you think it's good with?"

Leonard relentlessly locked the door and casually asked Pales.

Instead, he was silent for a while, presumably thinking seriously.

After a long time, he pondered:

"Well, I think the 'audience' way is good, you can ......"

"Leonard, it's time to go."

Sissel reminded with a smile as he carried another suitcase.

"Oh."

Leonard ignored the serious chatter of Pales in his head, and asked instead:

"So where are we going first?"

"Go see a friend of mine, my pen pal."

Emlyn White, who was far away in Beckland, suddenly sneezed and nearly knocked off the potion on the table.

"What's going on...... It's because the smell of the potion is too strong......"

……

As the steam train roars along the tracks, the scenery of Tingen fades away, and the overlapping scenery flashes by in the wind and snow.

Leonard is fighting with Sissel in the "Fight for Evil" invented by Russell the Great.

"3 A's! Dad! You've lost! ”

Leonard threw out three aces, looked at the last card left in his hand, and looked up at Sissel.

"No, you lost."

The leisurely voice of Parles rang in Leonard's head, and he yawned and reminded:

"Have you ever seen Wang Bang in the whole game?"

"King Fried."

Sissel smiled and put down the two cards with the king printed on them, looked at Leonard's distressed expression, and said:

"Airplane...... Straight. ”

In an instant, there was only one card left in his hand.

“3。”

There is no doubt that the seasoned Sissel has once again won over the young Leonard.

"Ahh

Leonard let out a bitter wail, then slammed his head on the table.

"Ahh Pain, pain, pain! ”

Sissel had already prepared to pull out a band-aid from his suitcase and gently put it on the head of his stupid adopted son.

"Daddy......"

Leonard pouted, he rarely did this in front of people, and only in front of his adoptive father would he reveal his true nature, oh, and some old man in his head.

"Alright, good."

Sissel rubbed Leonard's supple black hair, and the two of them felt as if they had gone back in time.

Leonard couldn't help but think back to his first meeting with Sissel.

It was also a cold and snowy day, and the naughty man escaped from the orphanage and happened to meet a man sitting on a chair in the park.

"What's wrong with you?"

Little Leonard looked at the well-dressed young man in front of him, but his body exuded loneliness, and asked in a milky voice:

"Did you run out too?"

Sissel's godless pupils focused for a moment, then dilated again, and he muttered obsessively:

"I don't know...... I don't know ......."

Little Leonard recalled what the nun had said, hesitated, but slowly climbed into his chair, lifted Sissel's bowed head, and said:

"Don't be sad!"

“…… I don't know ......."

Leonard frowned, his whole little face was puffing, he coughed a few times, trying to make his voice a little harsh, he said:

"Don't be sad!"

Immediately, he hugged the depressed Sissel in front of him, tightly, tightly.

Sissel's form froze, and there seemed to be starlight jumping in his eyes, jumping into his frozen heart.

Leonard gave Him a warm hug in the middle of winter.